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Three meals, the first and the last were small, very small. The main meal was large. The thickest steak I carry (1 1/2"), a big potato, a can of corn, and something else. I was pushing. I was hungry. Blood sugar, only two hours after the final small meal, is 124. BP, on the other hand, was 150/94, p. 71. I expected just the opposite.
It is quite good to be caught up on dishes. Now as something gets dirtied I can put soap in a dishpan and let it go until later... or do it right then... which I do mostly with good knives. As well, if I want to change out tea jars, it's immediate. Plus I have clean jars on hand. Life really is easier when you can keep up. It just isn't always a choice... option.
I called my mom, woke her. She is feeling bad. The menu driven register was beyond her, so she walked away from the job. She was feeling low about it. I told her not to worry. I am certain I couldn't do it. It would take a long time to get good. I don't think it helped. Should have suggested that I aced several engineering calculus classes and still couldn't do the register. Still, it doesn't matter. At least I had good health news.
A shower, perhaps a shave, to the post office, then to town. Printing, packages, and just a bit off shopping. I am hoping to find unsweetened pudding and tapioca, perhaps jello. I may call about broth bones, if I don't think there will be fresh available. I can order a large batch however, on their next beef day. Oh, and marrow bones.
I'll do what I can. Not sure I will get much else done. Perhaps setting up the side area water rigging, and getting the lawn set to go tonight, then giving everything a small drink tonight? I may see about hose repair while at things. Sam loves it when I am out there with her, and it's good for me. The cave feels a lot cooler after being outside on top of else. I best close the windows, it was 48-50 F last night. Oh, I best reset an appointment for the next pedicure. Those seriously help.
I'll keep at things, as I may. Be well. Later.
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